klisemfg Chapter 991 Charge forward, run!
Chapter 991 Charge forward, run!
At the entrance of Kunming City Central Hospital, Jones stood in the shadows on a street corner with three of his henchmen.
His gaze swept warily across the passing crowd. He lowered his voice and asked, "So? Any findings?"
A blond, blue-eyed young man stepped forward and reported, "I inquired at the nurses' station..."
Two days ago, a patient who had been shot was admitted to the intensive care unit. I heard he was the president of Zidong International Group, named Jiang Chengyu.
Jones frowned instantly: "Kate? He was shot?" Jones clearly knew Jiang Chengyu.
The other person immediately added, "Jones, I've been waiting at the airport since you called me."
Having set his sights on Andy Coles, he went straight to the hospital after getting off the plane; he was looking for Kate.
"What? What does he want with Kate?" Jones asked, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the lighter in his pocket.
The henchman chimed in, "There's something else. The police were investigating an email a couple of days ago..."
Several of Andy Coles's men were surrounded and arrested by police during a struggle for the mail, and they're still in jail!
"What email?" Jones's eyes sharpened. "Split up and investigate immediately. Make sure you find out exactly what Andy Coles is doing in Kunming."
"Yes!" the group responded, quickly dispersed, and disappeared into the crowd at the hospital entrance in the blink of an eye.
Jones took out his phone and dialed Andreas's number.
At this moment, Andreas was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his spacious and bright office.
Looking down at the city buildings arranged in a staggered pattern, a cigar is held between his fingers.
The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts. He picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Boss, Andy Coles rushed to Kunming by plane."
"I'm visiting Kate in the intensive care unit at the city center hospital." Jones's voice came through the receiver.
Andreas's face darkened abruptly, and his fingers tightened around his phone: "What did you say? Kate? What happened to him now?"
"It is understood that a few days ago, Andy Coles sent his subordinates to look for a piece of email."
In the chaos, Kate was shot. Andy Coles, upon learning this, came to visit him.
"How is Kate doing now?" Andreas's tone was clearly tense.
“I don’t know. A few days ago, a military helicopter picked him up, and his whereabouts are unknown,” Jones replied truthfully.
Andreas was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I understand. You continue to keep an eye on Andy Coles's movements, and report back immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, boss."
After hanging up the phone, Jones turned and walked to the sports car parked by the roadside, opened the door and got in.
The low growl of the engine was drowned out by the city's noise, and the car quickly merged into the traffic.
We drove toward Xing Teng Restaurant, where Andy Coles was staying.
In the office, Andreas slowly turned around and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.
A complex light flashed in his eyes—Kate was shot, and Andy Coles appeared.
And that mysterious email... there's clearly a complicated story behind it all.
Inside a luxurious guest room at the Xingteng Hotel, Andy Coles sat before the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.
The city night view outside the window appeared as a blurry phantom in his eyes. He clutched his phone in one hand.
His voice was filled with suppressed anger: "George..." The last syllable was drawn out and cold.
"You and your men had better find Kate's whereabouts as soon as possible."
If anything happens to him, you'll all go to hell together!
After saying that, he threw his phone hard on the coffee table, making the cups and saucers clatter.
Then, he grabbed the glass of red wine on the table, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
The crimson liquid slid down his lips, but it couldn't extinguish the ferocity in his eyes.
The scene shifts to a warm and inviting atmosphere in the obstetrics and gynecology ward of Renxin Hospital.
Mu Huiying carefully held the "little chick," who was drinking milk from a bottle, its little mouth pursing.
"You little rascal, you can really eat a lot." Mu Huiying laughed until wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.
"Hmm—" The chick seemed to understand and hummed softly with its pacifier in its mouth.
"Oh, so you know you can eat a lot?" Mu Huiying was even more delighted by the response. "You're sure to grow up to be a big fat girl."
"Grandma, we can't let her get so fat. What if Uncle doesn't like her if she gets as fat as a little pig?"
Jiang Shuo leaned closer, looked at his baby sister in swaddling clothes, and said earnestly.
Holding "Big Worm," Cui Jianni smiled and her eyes crinkled at his words: "Jiang Shuo, don't you know your little daddy?"
He's like your father; he loves children the most, and he'll never dislike them no matter what they look like.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Clive Wheeler pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a fruit basket: "What's got you so happy?"
Just as she placed the fruit basket on the bedside table, Xiao Yue's gentle gaze fell softly upon her as she spoke:
"Clover, why did you buy so much fruit again? There's still plenty left in the cupboard!"
“It’s alright, everyone’s here, let’s eat together.” Kleweller said, his deep blue eyes brimming with sunshine-like warmth and gentleness.
Jiang Shuo's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Cléwyl's arm and pulled him aside:
"Uncle Colleweller, are you free right now? Could you give me a ride somewhere?"
Clivell looked on with curiosity: "What place? It's so mysterious?"
"It's a secret! You'll find out when you come with me." Jiang Shuo sneakily pulled him toward the door, his steps hurried.
"Hey, Jiang Shuo, wait a minute." Clivell stumbled as he was pulled along. "I came to see the twins..."
"They're doing great, eating and sleeping, very well-behaved!" Jiang Shuo urged without turning his head.
"Let's go! I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised and delighted; it will definitely be worth the trip!"
As he spoke, he had already pulled Cléleil to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button with lightning speed.
Colewell looked at his excited expression, though full of doubts.
But all they could do was indulgently follow along—who knows what mischief this child is up to now.
The two, one adult and one child, quickly stepped out of the elevator and headed straight for the hospital parking lot.
The Land Rover Range Rover that originally belonged to Jiang Chengyu has been in a coma ever since he fell asleep.
Mu Xiaoji was temporarily handed over to Kleiwerer for his convenience in commuting to and from get off work.
Clément pressed the unlock button, and the car emitted a slight beep.
Jiang Shuo deftly opened the passenger door and got in, not forgetting to pull over and fasten the seatbelt.
Clément Frères sat in the driver's seat, paused in fastening his seatbelt, still full of doubt:
"Jiang Shuo, where are you going? You can tell me now, right?"
Jiang Shuo mysteriously pulled out his phone, opened the navigation interface, and handed it to him:
"Just follow this route, and you'll see when you get there!"
Clivell looked at the sly glint in his eyes and smiled helplessly.
She scolded playfully, "You little rascal, you're quite the teaser. Fine, I'll see what tricks you have up your sleeve."
He started the car, stepped on the gas, and the Land Rover Range Rover smoothly drove out of the hospital parking lot and quickly merged into the city traffic.
The street scene outside the window kept receding, and Jiang Shuo, clinging to the car window, looked out with a constant smile of excitement on his lips.
It was as if he were heading to a long-awaited secret rendezvous. Clément Hélène focused intently on driving.
While glancing at him in the rearview mirror, I wondered who this kid was going to see and why he was so excited.
The car drove smoothly into the scenic area's parking lot. Clément turned off the engine and pointed to the destination displayed on the navigation screen:
"Jiang Shuo, I'm sorry, the car can only be parked here. It looks like it's still up in the mountains, so we'll have to hike up."
Jiang Shuo deftly unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and jumped out, his tone as light as a bird: "Let's go, don't worry, I don't need you to carry me."
"Going into the mountains?" Kleweller got out of the car, looking at the rolling mountains before him.
Somewhat bewildered, "We're just going to climb this mountain like this? Without bringing any equipment, are you sure?"
Jiang Shuo turned to look at him, puzzled: "Didn't you come here with Aunt Youyou before? Are you scared of this short distance?"
"What a joke!" Colewellard raised an eyebrow and patted his chest. "I've climbed mountains ten times higher than this."
"What's so special about this?" With that, he took the lead and walked towards the mountain trail, his steps light as if he were competing with himself.
Jiang Shuo chuckled and quickly followed.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the two people.
The mountain path was not steep, and the grass and trees on both sides were lush, with the sounds of insects and birds rising and falling.
Jiang Shuo skipped and hopped ahead, stopping every now and then to pick wildflowers and weeds by the roadside; his face was filled with even more amusement.
Clivell followed behind, saying, "Don't run around, kid."
"Watch your step," he said, but his eyes held a indulgent smile.
Both of them were full of energy, and their enthusiasm only grew as they went higher.
It was as if the mountain breeze and sunshine had transformed into guiding butterflies, cheering and welcoming the two along the way.
The two walked, chatting and laughing, to a spot not far from the small bamboo house when suddenly three armed men emerged from the woods beside the road.
Dressed in sharp gear, with a wary expression, he shouted sternly, "Who goes there? No one is allowed to approach! Leave immediately!"
Jiang Shuo and Claire Weller both paused, exchanging a glance. Claire Weller stepped forward, trying to keep his tone calm:
"Isn't this a tourist attraction? We bought tickets to come in, and according to regulations, we can freely tour the area."
"This area is special and not open to the public. Please take a detour."
The armed men's eyes were particularly drawn to Colewelle—he had fair skin.
Its eyes, as blue as the deep sea, stood out starkly against the mountainside, making one extra vigilant.
Jiang Shuo frowned, looking displeased: "We insist on going in."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than three armed men raised their guns, the dark muzzles pointing directly at them: "Then don't blame us for being impolite!"
"What are you doing?" Jiang Shuo demanded, his neck stiff. "Don't you know that you can't just point guns at ordinary people?"
Upon hearing this, the three armed men were genuinely taken aback, exchanged a glance instinctively, and hesitated for a moment.
In that instant, Jiang Shuo suddenly shouted, "Charge! Run!"
As he spoke, he ducked down and squeezed into the gap between the two of them.
Before Clément could even process what was happening, her body had already moved—
He shoved aside the armed men in front of him and rushed inside with Jiang Shuo.
He heard shouts and hurried footsteps behind him, and as he ran, Cléwyl muttered to himself:
What foolish thing did I do to follow a little brat into the restricted area?
Seeing Jiang Shuo's reckless pace ahead, he didn't slow down at all.
He felt a strange excitement welling up inside him from this sudden "adventure".